I Am From
I am from...
Um.
I think that is a really hard question to
answer.
When I first hear the words, “I am from”
I think of Darien, CT
Because I have lived there for most of my life.
I am also from Stamford, CT because I have lived
there for 7 years.
I am from my birthplace of White Plains, NY.
I am from Poland and so is my entire family.
I am from the extra letters, dashes, and funky
punctuation in the Polish language.
I am from the wealthy, the elite, the
hardworking.
I am from the privileged, small, white town in
beautiful New England
Because my parents who immigrated from Poland
sacrificed so much
And worked so hard to get me there.
I am from the Vineyard Vines, Patagonia, but
also little boutiques.
I am from “treat others how you want to be
treated”
And the believing that bread and wine transform
into
The body and blood of Jesus Christ.
I am from the educated beyond the 4.0 scale.
I am from the voyages to Poland, the Caribbean,
Croatia, Israel, Egypt, and more.
I am from the family that used to have four but
how has three
After my parents divorced my freshman year of
high school.
I am from the 26.2 miles I ran last spring
And the 360 degree spins I performed
While competing across America.
I am from the adventurous, the energetic, the
determined,
The intelligent, the curious, and the
honest.
I am from the white in a town
That is filled with people who look like snow.
Now in Baltimore,
The city is more like a black and white film.
I am from the literature,
The beautiful reads by John Green and Garth
Stein.
I am from the hot tomato soup, crepes, and
polish donuts my mom would make.
I am from the broken-hearted
Whose malleable heart was ripped out by boys.
But I am also from the kind-hearted, the loving,
the joyful
In a broken world.
I am.
